Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse Still, it's so much clearer I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The

May never find my home And I know that I may never find my home I dropped a coin from my pockets On the street of crowns I passed every streetlight in my hometown I tried every screen door Like they were my own And now I know that I may never find my

Why is it so hard to find someone Who cares about you? Who looks down on you When it's easy enough to find someone Who can keep it together When you've come undone? Every street in this city Is the same to me Everyone's got a place to be

The two of us in the backseat Lights off on a backstreet I showed her and then she showed me Right there, right there in the backseat Yeah in the backseat We was just kids, but she looked like a woman Everything she was, was everything I wanted We were

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it. There's a new kid in town. There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you. People you meet, they all seem to

Nobody rules these streets at night but me I am the ruler of these netherworlds On every wall and place my fearsome name is hung I am a victim of the science age A child of the storm, whoa yes I can't remember when I was your age For me, it says no more,

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town. There's a new kid in town. I don't want to hear it. There's a new kid in town. There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you. People you meet, they all seem to

Juliet when we made love you used to cry A lovestruck Romeo got a serenade Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it Juliet says hey it's Romeo

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your